Sleepless Night

Loren's consciousness gradually sank into a dream. He arrived at the virtual Library within the Fantasy Book and found Flamel among the shelves devoted to drama.

Flamel sat in a chair, holding an exquisitely bound book in one hand. His gray-white robes shimmered with silver light. There was something faintly similar to Dumbledore in his demeanor and bearing: serene expression, profound eyes.

He was always reading. He could only read. Fortunately, he liked reading.

Loren walked over and glanced at the title page. "The Birth of Tragedy," by Nietzsche.

Right, confirmed. An incomprehensible philosophy book.

"Oh, Loren Morgan!"

Flamel looked up from his book, lifting a brow. His tone was oddly suggestive. "Long time no see. What brings you here?"

Loren smiled awkwardly, feeling as though a teacher had caught him daydreaming in class. He sat down beside him and adopted the posture of a model student. "Flamel, I've had some thoughts recently. About the origins of souls, Magic Power, and life."

Flamel set down his book, somewhat surprised. "Oh, a very grand subject."

"Professor Snape inspired me."

"The Potions Master researching the Resurrection Potion?"

"That's right."

"Has he started putting it into practice?"

"Yes."

"As a master of Potions, his understanding of magic undoubtedly surpasses that of most wizards. If he has already begun experimenting, then resurrection truly has a chance of succeeding. At the very least, it is not a castle in the air in theory." Flamel's words were filled with admiration. "What an extraordinary man!"

"I think so too."

Loren nodded in agreement, then began explaining the preliminary stages of the Resurrection Ritual to Flamel. "Professor Snape learned from Voldemort how to create Horcruxes, and he personally experienced what it felt like to return from death. Perhaps he grasped certain characteristics of death through that process and